The Brewsters, and Paul and Pete were already there, so that the newcomer’s appearance added another reason for Polly and Eleanor’s happiness.
“I haven’t enough china to go around for such a family!” Mrs. Stewart said plaintively; as she came into the room with her arms dusted with flour.
“And only half of us here, too!” laughed Mr. Maynard.
“What—more on the way?” exclaimed Anne.
“Nolla’s mother and Bob will be, shortly.”
“Mother—and Bob!” cried Eleanor, eagerly, happy that her mother and sister cared enough for her to come and visit her.
“Now that adds to all my troubles,” Mrs. Stewart declared as she dropped into a nearby chair.
“But why—the more the merrier,” laughed Mrs. Brewster.
“Why—because there are only seven straight chairs in this stable. All the others are great cushiony things that won’t do in a small dining-room such as ours.”
“Motherkins!” said Paul, laughingly picking his mother up and seating her upon his strong knees, “Did her think we-all would permit her to cook a great supper for such a mob?”